Can it stop now?
The words?
Entering-
Rushing quickly to the fingers?
To create such poems as these?
It's not for me,
Not for me.
Shut up mind!
Stop creating these sentences of rhyme.
I want it to stop-
Please,
Shut off...
I don't want to write anymore,
I feel so vain.
So pathetic and needy.
Weak.
These sentences of rhyme.
That I used to write to pass the time-
Have become an outlet for all the things on my mind.
Personal things.
I try not to write "I" because those get annoying to people.
But every single one is here,
My voice.
My words-
Emotions
Heart
Out in the open for all to see.
To judge, to poke, to prod
To wonder.
These are all about me.
I hate it, but I can't talk about it.
And I get tired of bringing it up over and over to others.
So I write.
Write it all.
My outlet for the things I try not to say-
Try to push back.
Try to not act on.
Try not to think about.
But eventually end up doing so anyway.
These words will always be my pain.
